"No problem."
Watching Jason leave, Alka propped his chin and looked at the puppet in the basket beside him.
Maybe... maybe it's really possible.
He muttered to himself, then stared at the puppet in a daze.
After a long while, a touch on his ear made Alka turn his head.
It was Lucilia sitting on the table, swinging her legs and looking at him with a giggle.
"Do you walk without making a sound?" Alka couldn't help but tease.
"Hmph, hmph, it's something I've learned in the past few days. Isn't it amazing? It suits my little body."
Feeling the lingering Stealth aura around Lucilia, Alka couldn't help but ask, "You're not trying to be an assassin again, are you?"
Alka remembered Lucilia mentioning not too long ago that she wanted to wear Armor and be a Warrior.
"No! I want to be a Stealth Warrior."
Seeing Lucilia's proud expression, Alka fell silent.
"You mean... the kind of Stealth where you kill everyone you see?"
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